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not_coles 's review for:
Milk and Honey
by Rupi Kaur
emotional
sad
fast-paced
What a quaint read. I didn't particularly like the poetry collection, and would struggle to pick out any individual poem I enjoyed either. But this was a time capsule that launched be back a decade. I wasn't old enough and am not currently researched enough to say whether Kaur was a product of the time or influenced the coming generation, but with all things I think it was both.
In this book I saw countless Tumblr blogs and Insta spam accounts. I remembered so many of the girls I was friends with through my youth. I remember the reality-altering intoxication of that first big love. I just wish I had seen better poetry.
Most of the book read like a collection of self-help mantras passed from therapist to client. I wish it had been more advice from the older to younger sister.
I know the feeling of having my life ruined by heartache. Kaur tells me she knows, too. So where was it in the poetry? When well over half the poems are sentences broken into stanzas, the impact of a sparse verse is lessened. Make me feel how sickeningly sweet the love was and how great the chasm of your broken self is in its wake!
I'll go through more Kaur in the coming days/weeks, but I don't except my outlook to change. Which is a bummer, because that will impact my reading of her books.
All in all I think it's cool that this young person released something that spoke to so many. That's more than I've ever done, and will likely ever do. Maybe it's just another collection that isn't for me.
I also enjoyed the drawings.
In this book I saw countless Tumblr blogs and Insta spam accounts. I remembered so many of the girls I was friends with through my youth. I remember the reality-altering intoxication of that first big love. I just wish I had seen better poetry.
Most of the book read like a collection of self-help mantras passed from therapist to client. I wish it had been more advice from the older to younger sister.
I know the feeling of having my life ruined by heartache. Kaur tells me she knows, too. So where was it in the poetry? When well over half the poems are sentences broken into stanzas, the impact of a sparse verse is lessened. Make me feel how sickeningly sweet the love was and how great the chasm of your broken self is in its wake!
I'll go through more Kaur in the coming days/weeks, but I don't except my outlook to change. Which is a bummer, because that will impact my reading of her books.
All in all I think it's cool that this young person released something that spoke to so many. That's more than I've ever done, and will likely ever do. Maybe it's just another collection that isn't for me.
I also enjoyed the drawings.